Luyện nghe bài hát Nappy Heads (Remix) *

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if you're busy, I mind takin'
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around the way

Yo, hey, head
Yo,
got there?
Hah, I got some of that

Well, I'm a Libra
Well, I'm a y'all

You battle swing I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams I the horror flick of Stephen King
Cling to also those papers say ock
I got tired of the fat so I sing to my own opera

Balang, balang, balang to de man de rock 'cuz I love
If you live by the you will be die by the gun
'Cuz all guys tell and more girls commits it
I was ordered to Red, but now I'm chillin' with 'A Few Good Men'

on the kid from the capitol
I never play the soap but now I'm a General Hospital
critical, spirit over who's the physical
So if I die, me at the funeral

I'll fly away, ohh, glory with a mic in my
To a land only God knows me
And the write raps on holy paper
I said, I'm lookin' for Jesus, he take the escalator
One flight up, is you'll be there
My be there, my mother'd be there

So, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday?
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee around de way

I don't so I always got my breath
Never had to with a bullet proof vest
They call me cock weasel but I, cave a chest
I don't Jheri curls 'cuz I'm nah from the West

No disrespect to the West, true
I rock it to the East, the East is the
To see that them back, yo sheepskins and Hot Tracks
to Mr. Magic, things are gettin' tragic

Now we on new stuff, I never feared the Ku Kluk
My own clan is up, I blame it on the Phillie blunt
Whatcha gonna do, kids are actin'
is gettin' fed up, yo where's the coporate at?

A Mister Three Piece
Check the square roots, Girbauds and boots
Nah, the serpents and know them garment tips
I got a head full of problems and a hand of nappy roots
I feel a comin' down, yo I

I got the slang to the chitty, bang, bang
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang
No I, got hte slang to make the chitty, bang,
A, rid, dang, de, dang, the nappy bang

Yo, Mona Lisa, could I get a on Friday
And if you're busy, I wouldn't mind
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse, Fugee round de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home

Hey, yo a battle is a battle but a not a battle
if it's doesn't rattle
'Cuz my as old as a reptile
As slick as a new Nile, as new as a new

So follow me to the land of Abraham
This land's your land, this my land
The blacker the man, the better the next man
Yo, some nappy heads need to they necks for red

I, feel injection, put the to skin feel reality's
You maintain to put a negro in pain you to diss me
"Oh you wanna hang old Eddie Kane?"
Ain't nuttin' wrong, snap your head to the

Word is bond, you get wrong, I'll have you sing like Armstrong
And I say to myself, what a wonderful
But what the hell was so 'bout cotton in the farm
Mr. Man

The harder they come, the harder they fall, so one come all
Don't stall or stick you like a voodoo doll
Doors stop drawer for the count who drops
You slept on a kid the boondocks

Out of land of the ill kill
Bellsburg Viking so you I'm top rankin' Phil
Some say who comin' the yuma but save the rumor
'Cuz I've been rockin' since eighty two
I used to rock my Pumas

Yes, yes, y'all, I'm a Libra y'all
Yes, yes, yes, well I'm a Libra
Yes, yes, y'all, well I'm a y'all
Oh, co'mon, well I'm a Libra

Yo Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if busy, I wouldn't mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the and we're not goin' home!

Mona Lisa, could I get a date on
And if you're busy, I mind taking
Saturday, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Round up de posse comin' around de way
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Nappy heads in the zone and not goin' home

I wear my at night
To spy on my girlfriend, that's
They dancin', romancin', freakin' at
Yes, yes, yes, a yes, yes,

I wear my sunglasses at
To spy on my girlfriend, right
dancin', romancin', freakin' at night
Say, Mona Lisa I get a date on Friday